It wasn't that often that John got visitors. In a way, he liked it that way. It meant no one was there to bother him. Someone knocking at the door usually meant trouble, especially for a man like Constantine. Perhaps less so on the station than back on Earth. Well, the way he was going maybe that wouldn't last much longer. He was good at making enemies and pissing people off. He knew he should have been more thankful for the people who somehow stuck by him. The ones who talked to him and cared about him. Old habits were hard to break...
So when a knock came at his door, he stopped what he was doing and looked to the door for a brief moment. Who was that? What did they want? Dressed in a black t shirt and trousers, he walked over to the door and unlocked it, opening it up to see Gen. Any look or irritation he had before faded away and he offered her a smile. Then it dawned on him... She was there for the talk. That one they needed to have. John gestured for her to come in, walking back into the little living room area. It wasn't the tidiest of places but it wasn't too bad. There were a few empty bottles sitting on the coffee table, and the ashtray needing emptying. A tie and a shirt lay draped over the back of the couch and some books sat on the kitchen dining table but other than that it was tidy enough.